"Hola"
Jesse McCree rubbed his eyes and looked up. He hadn't remembered what happened much last night except drinking. Lots and lots of drinking. He looked around the room. It was cluttered with tables and chairs. Pictures hung loosely on the wall. He was leaning at the bar top with a whisky near him.
Jesse McCree looked towards a girl who was looking down at him. He was (almost) shocked when he looked at her. She was wearing a very vibrant purple. He noticed that her nails were also purple and were connected to something on her back by purple wires. Her hair was combed over the side of her head and shaved on the other. It, of course, had purple in it.
"Why would a darlin' like yourself come and wander over here for?"
She rolled her eyes.
"I'm Sombra. I contacted you last night."
"Ah, ye. Sombra. I vaguely remember you."
She rolled her eyes again.
"Just follow me, idiota."
He followed Sombra to a black car. It was definitely not cramped in the back seat. He would have guessed a foot or two between the seats. He sat in the seat closer towards the back of the car as Sombra sat opposite. She took out a file from her coat and handed it to McCree.
"You wanted to know about El Segador?"
"The Reaper."
"Yes, El Segador. This is the file I found on him."
"Thanks."
They sat in silence for a couple of minutes in the car until Sombra broke it.
"So, if you don't mind, why did you want these files, amigo?"
"Maybe I do mind."
"I know you don't."
She said that with a grin. He grinned back.
"Why don't I tell you some other time. Perhaps over a drink?"
Sombra chuckled.
"You are quite the charmer. It depends. Where and when?"
"Back at the bar, tomorrow night?"
Sombra chuckled again and nodded.
"Alright I don't see why not."
"Then it's a date."
Sombra shook her head.
"Not a date. A briefing."
McCree chuckled.
"You can have it the way you want; I'll have it the way I want."
Sombra laughed and then motioned towards the door.
"This is your stop, señor McCree."
"Thanks for the ride."
He exited the car and it drove off. Then, he remembered: he hadn't told her his name. How'd she know?
Hello guys. This is a one-shot that popped into my head as I was messing around in Overwatch. This most likely won't continue but I wanted to write it anyway. Thanks for reading!
Crimson